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Warehouse

Artist:dave matthews band

Songs Title:warehouse

Album by: Under The Table And Dreaming

Artist by: Dave Matthews Band

See Im leaving

This warehouse frightens me

Has me tied up in knots

Cant rest for a moment

Soom Im going Im slippin slow away

Hoping to find something better than

Ive got inside of here

The warehouse slips away

Hey reckless mind

Dont throw away your playful beginning

You and I will fumble around in the touches

And be sure to

Leave all the lights on

So we can see the black cat changing colors

And we can walk under the ladders

And swim as the tide turns you around and around

Hey we have found

Becoming one in a million

Slip into the crowd

This question if found in a gap in the sidewalk

Keep al lyour sights on

He the black cat changing colors

And you can walk under ladders

And swim as the tide choose to turn you

And here is it

Life goes on end of tunnel tv set

Spot in the middle

State fade statistical bit

And soon Ill fade away Ill fade away

This I admit

Taste so good hard to believe an end to it

Smell touch feel

How could this rhythm ever quit

Bags packed on a plane

Hopefully to heaven

Shut up Im thinking

I had a clue now its gone forever

Sitting over these bones

You can read in whatever youre needing to

Keep all your sights on

Yeah man the black cat

Changing colors

When its not the colors that matter

But that theyll all fade away

This I admit

Seems so good

Hard to believe an end to it

Warehouse is bare

Nothing at all inside of it

Walls and halls have disappeared

My love I love to stay here

My love I love to stay here

In a corner was wondering

If a change could be better than this

And then I worry

Maybe things wont be better than they have been

Here in the warehouse

At the warehouse

How I love to stay here

At the warehouse

Every man and woman

Get alive

Thats our blood down there

Seems poured from the hands of angels

But trickle into the ground

Leaves the warehouse bare and empty

My hearts numbered beat

Still echoe in this empty room

Fear wells in me

But nothing seems enough to defend

So I am going away